Vishu's first time
Vishu was home early because there were no more classes. He was in his first year at the college. He was in the college cricket team and was quiet popular. He had lots of friends but no girlfriend. All his friends had girlfriends or at least boasted of having one. Some boasted of having affair with their neighborhood aunts. He had tried to befriend some girls of his on class but in vain. He couldn't understand why he became so tongue tied when he was alone with some girl. Word simply failed him in such situations. That's why at nineteen he was still virgin. Today also he had traveled with one of his class mate in the auto rickshaw but he couldn't find one word to say to her.
Now at home alone with nothing to do he decided to relieve his frustration by masturbating. He knew that his mom won't be back from school before two thirty. So he had two hours' time.
He took of his pants and boxers and start playing with his limp penis trying to think of some girl to fantasize. There were only two girls with whom he could talk freely and joke and even play pranks.
His cousin Indu and her best friend Archna.
Both were a year younger to him. Vishu had never had any sexual feelings towards Indu he loved her like his kid sister. He had treated Archna also the same way. But now he was having second thoughts. She was the only girl with whom he could strike friendship easily and though he had never talked with Indu about such things but he was sure that if he needed help Indu will not refuse him. That was his only chance.
He tried to imagine himself holding Archna in his arms and kissing her on the lips. As he imagined Archna's face with her eyes closed and lips slightly parted his dick started to increase in size and his hand started moving faster. The next image which popped up in his mind was of him playing with Archna's small firm breasts. He had once seen Archna and Indu standing close together with Indu's one hand cupped over Archna's breast. He had not given much thought to that scene before. But as that image floating in front of his eyes now he started thinking. Two of them very close. They were always together. Was there something going between them? Were they pleasuring each other? He didn't want to think such thoughts about Indu. So he stopped jerking his rod and tried to think about something else.
Thinking of Indu he remembered that yesterday Indu was telling her mother that she won't be going to school today. If she was not at school then Archna also won't be attending it. Either she will be with Indu at her dance competition or she will be at home. Why not give it a try?
If she was at home he can ask her to come with him to Indu's competition. He can tell her that Indu had asked him to bring Archna along. There was no fear of getting caught. He always played pranks with them. Moreover he was sure that Archna will love to go there if she was not already there. If she agrees to go with him he can talk to her on the way, drop some hint. The idea appealed him. If nothing came out of it at least his going to Indu's dance competition will please Indu and Aunt Charu very much.
He at once put on his clothes and locking the outer door walked to Archna's house. By the time he reached her doorsteps he was having doubts about his plan. He was of one mind to go back but he decided to go ahead. He rang the bell. He heard heavy steps coming from somewhere deep inside. Soon the door was opened by Archna's Nana.
He recognized her immediately he knew that both of Archna's grannies lived with them. The bulky and taller one was her mother's mother her name was Veena and the other frail and skinny was her father's mother. Her name was Sushma. Both were widows and wore only white Saris. The two of them always stuck together. Archna was always complaining about them because they were constantly finding faults with her, what she wore, what she ate or what she did.
"Namaste! Is Archna home? He asked politely.
"Who are you?" The old lady asked instead of answering his question.
"I am her friend, Indu's brother." Vishu replied.
"Oh! Come in." She Said, and started walking back inside.
"Sush!" She called out. Immediately the other granny came out of the kitchen.
"He is Indu's bother." Their eyes met and some secret signal crossed between them. Then turning towards him Veena asked "you are Vishu." Am I right?"
"Yes." Vishu replied eagerly. By this time he was sure that Archna was not here.
"Come sit down." she gestured towards the big sofa. Vishu obediently followed her hand and sat down where she pointed. She came and sat next to him. The other nana came and occupied the sofa chair next to him. The women again exchanged conspiratorial glances.
"So you are the one bothering our little kid." She said in a loud and angry voice looking towards the nana sitting next to him. Some secret signal passed between them.
"Me? No! I? Why will I trouble her?" Vishu said earnestly.
"I heard her complaining to her mother." Veena said.
"It may be about somebody else. We are good friends." Vishnu tried to explain.
"So you are telling me that you two are an 'Item'. Since when is this affair going on between the two of you?" She suddenly changed track.
"Don't be afraid. Tell us the truth, we won't tell upon you. We may even help you two." The skinny woman said, in a colluding tone, bending forward and bringing her mouth close to his. Vishu could smell the pleasant odor of cardamom coming from her mouth. She had spoken for the first time since her entrance in the drawing room.
"It is not that kind of friendship. We.." Vishu started to explain.
"Oh! Veena, I think you must be mistaken. He is just some small kid running errands for the girls." Sushma interjected cutting short Vishu's reply.
"Small kid? Look at him. He is nearly six feet tall. She put one hand on his thigh and squeezed it. "And look at his muscles." Veena countered.
"He may be six feet tall, but not more than five inches where it really matters. I am sure. You understand?" Sushma retorted giggling.
"Five inches you think? I think it must be over eight inches looking at his height." Veena retorted.
"Why argue? Why don't you ask him?" Sushma said, turning towards Vishu and placing her hands on her waist.
